INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – Welcome to 1988 and the Long Island town of Pine Tree Park where weird people do weird things and bad girls do bad things – with each other. Allison Johnson, an attractive blonde real estate broker, is the undisputed Queen Bee of the PTA and has a seemingly ideal life. However, as she has entered her 40s, Allison has been noticin...
Lynne called the other day and asked to have lunch with me. That could mean only one thing. She had another match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian matching making service that comes perilously close to being an escort service and hence prostitution. The only thing that keeps it legal is the fact that both parties to the match must pay a fee for the introduction....
When Sasha Met Kat Well here I am again. Just to keep you updated, I have been out on a few dates with Sasha. I discovered that she was training to be a ballerina in Moscow, but as it was she developed a little too much. That is, she got too tall and her breasts got too big for her to be considered a professional dancer. Now I don't know about you, but I li...
I knock on the door. Silence. I'm a little impatient because it's cold out here, and raining. I knock on the door again, and finally the door opens. It's a middle aged black woman, possibly in her mid forties. Her skin is a high olive complexion, and her dark eyes match it. Her black hair is in a high bun, and in the middle of her hair it is dyed white. It's...
After trying on 5 different outfits, I finally decided that this was silly. I was acting like a teenage girl and it was absolutely silly. Maureen and I had been dating for about a year. We were doing a date night and I had no idea what to wear. I couldn't decide what I liked and what she would like to see on me so I just called her and asked. Kind of lame an...
Anne Wallace was a fine Vicar's wife. Respected by the community , she was a pillar of support for her husband's calling. Her lithe figure, and fashionable dress sense meant that she tended to be noticed, and admired , wherever she went. She and husband John were regarded as a "team" and she prided herself on looking good. Her black pencil skirt, pink blouse...
Our weekly dates continued. Our touchy flirting continued. Our unspoken undercurrent continued. Our friendship grew stronger still. In eight months, Brianna had become the most important person in my life. She knew me as well as Tye, if not better. For Christmas, I put more time and thought into her gift, than my husband's. Her gift to me, a silver heart n...
Women are stunning. Their ample breasts and gentle curves, soft skin and shining hair are the epitome of beauty. They inspired Da Vinci to paint and Alexandros of Antioch to sculpt. They can uplift the most down trodden spirit and lure even the purest soul to sin. Women are simple yet complex, innocent yet dangerous. I've always thought of women this way....
2:43 AM. Still three hours before the alarm. A clap of thunder sounds and I awaken with a start. I realize that I am sweating, then I remember my unpleasant dream. Rain pelts down on the windows; the sound is hollow and grating, like the laughter of a demon. I am lost, alone with my dark thoughts. I am dying. A touch. Your hand caresses my back: soft, ge...
~ Prologue ~ Amy stood on the doorstep, shaking with nerves and the cold which was blowing up and under her long overcoat. She was ever so cold. She raised a trembling finger and rang the doorbell. There was no answer for at least thirty seconds, and her nerves were sending her heart into overdrive. She turned away, about to flee when suddenly a cool and ca...